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Brent Tale a continuation from from Page 23




Ah, at the school of business at last.  Brent often would think things like this up when he walked or was in his bed at night.  He was a dreamer and had always been a dreamer.

Marketing Discussion was not one of Brent’s favorite classes; in fact he despised his junior years class, because of their discussions.  He hit the elevator button for the fourth floor and thought about how much he dreaded the next few hours.  Maybe today they would get out early?
Brent stepped into the elevator and hit the fourth floor.  He was alone, and he stepped back and put his back against the wall of the elevator and grabbed the rail and held on.  Brent was scared of elevators, not necessarily because they went up, but more because it was a confined space and he hated confined spaces.  What if he got stuck in it?  He would lose his mind he thought.  There was a light on the ceiling, not an escape door.  The doors opened, he had made it.
He walked down the hall, past the other set of elevators that you could take if you entered through the front door.  Then he made an immediate left.  All the while looking at the ground.  He reached for the door and opened it.  Damn he was early.  He did not want to spend anymore time in this room than he had too.
He went to his assigned seat and sat down.  Pulled out his folder and took out some paper.  Next he went to his case too take out a pen.  “Motherfucker” he thought to himself.  “Someone has been fucking with my shit again.”  He hated it when people touched his pens and pencils.  On the first day of the semester he chooses two pens and two pencils for classes and does not change them unless they run out or get broken.  Because he thought if you changed pens and pencils during a semester then you would jinx yourself and not do as well as you would have, if you stayed with the originals.  Last night his roommates must have taken them.  He was annoyed.  So, he grabbed the only pen that was left and had to use it.  He dated his paper and began to stair out the window.  “What if something terrible happened to her?  Does she need me?”  His mind was drifting again.

“Hey Brent!  What’s up?”  Said a familiar female voice.
As Brent turned from the window, he saw Arlene Balder sitting down next to him.
“Balder, what is up?”  Brent said with a smile.
Balder and Brent had know each other for almost a year now, but she had known about him for longer than that.  Balder had a sorority sister that dated one of Brent’s fraternity brothers and the sorority sister was a big fan of Baldwin’s.  Since Baldwin is what most people call him around the frat; therefore she would always call her Arlene Baldwin instead of Balder, for no other reason than their names were so similar.
One night last spring there was a party at Brent’s frat house.  He was walking down the hall when he swore that he could hear a girl calling him by his last name.  He turned around and asked the girl what she wanted. She explained that she was not talking to him but her friend, which was Arlene.  It seemed as a lot of her friends called hear Baldwin.  That is how Brent and Arlene met.  It turned out that they had a class together that spring and they began to become acquaintances.  Then this year they had all of their business classes together.  A friendship was definitely developing and would blossom in the future.
Brent really liked Balder.  He was glad he had a chance to talk to her in class.  She made the monotonous classes seem a little better.  She was a little shorter than Brent was and had a good figure.  She had dark hair that she had pulled back today and had a few freckles under her dark eyes.  Brent was attracted to her in a way that he really could not explain and he never told anyone about it.
“Not much!”  She said with a grin that showed her teeth.
“Guess what?”  He replied
“What”
“I see your not going to play along this morning.  I am going to Maastricht!”  Brent said with extreme excitement.
“No way, that will be so awesome.  Are you excited.”
“So pumped!  I can not wait to go.”
“I have a good friend that is going.  Her name is Mandy.  She is so excited.”
“You will have to introduce me, because if she is a friend of yours then she will have to be a friend of mine.”
“No problem.”
“Great Jamil is here, I guess I will chat with you later, class time.”